Your carriage had been going on at a nice clip for a while there. The unis were in fine condition, the driver you had known for several years, and it was a wonderful day in the countryside. The weather was fair, the sun was shining cheerfully but not too exuberantly, and only a few petite clouds were milling about in the great blue expanse of sky. The slightest trace of a breeze kept the air moving, but did not chill you nor ruffle your hair. It was, by all reckoning, a fine day.

But you see, suddenly a babble of loud voices wafted out of the peaceful nether and into your aristocratic ear canals. The unis driving your cart neighed, stomped their hooves, beat their wings, and stopped proceeding in a forward direction. And then, above it all, the most dreaded phrase in the Neopian countryside...

Stand and deliver!

The blood froze in your veins. Automatically, your hands flew to the pricey jewelry you had just bought in the Elite Boutique. Cautiously, you opened the door to your carriage.

In the sunlight stood a masked yet still dashing kyrii, resplendent in gaudy and slightly eclectic garb. But wait...he looked familiar...but you couldn't tell from where because he had dropped into a low and needlessly extravagant bow.

I'm sure you know how it goes, he said casually, straightening himself up once more, now aiming an embellished firearm at your fine personage, and winked. The rogue! Your money or your life, dear.

And then the full force of recognition hit you. Yes, you knew him. From those wanted posters. The Dandy Highwayman. Oh drat.

After a prolonged and emotionally painful experience you found yourself relieved of all your fineries, standing, indignant, in the middle of the road while the kyrii galloped off with your belongings. So much for a relaxing stay in the country.

Name: Daresque
Alias: The Dandy Highwayman
Gender: Male
Species: Kyrii
Age: 30
Height: 6 ft
Weight: Never ask a gentleman that
Color: Purple is definitely a masculine color
Wanted for: Quite a lot, really
Reward?: Also quite a lot, really

Personality

Approximately 58.2% of the Dandy Highwayman's infamy is derived from his bombastic personality. 47.6% comes from his dress. The other -5.8% is attributed to the lack of mathematical abilities owned by the person making up these percents. Two important things can be learned from this paragraph: the first is that Daresque's personality is slightly more noteworthy than his appearance, and the second is that math is hard.

Moving on, Daresque doesn't seem quite as atrocious an individual as the wanted posters make him out to be. Although he is somewhat difficult to get along with, he is certainly interesting to watch (from a comfortable distance, mind you). He is loud, flamboyant, and has a peculiar way of drawing everyone's attention to himself. It is often quite impossible to focus on whatever you are doing, regardless of how dire in importance it may be, if Daresque is putting on one of his "performances".

Many have said that he should have been an actor, even though that is only a marginally more respectable profession than highwayman (and it could be less, depending on who you asked). You see the thing is, that he almost always seems to be putting on some over the top monologue, riddled with witty comments, snide remarks, and a healthy mix of flattery and boasting. He will charm you out of your stockings and convince you he's the greatest kyrii to ever live. All within two minutes and fifty seconds. He's just that good.

Of course, his loud, attention-drawing behavior is not exactly the most advisable course of action for a wanted criminal, but hey, the Dandy Highwayman likes to live on the wild side.

Appearance

A fun fact to note is that not only is Daresque dandy, he's also quite dashing as well. He was one of those curious individuals who was born into life with good looks and little else, which seldom makes for a respectable citizen. He's tall for a kyrii, well built but still lean. His purple fur is glossy and soft, and his hair is long, luscious, and often worn in a lazy ponytail. But he can pull it off. Because he's Daresque.

Usually, when noticing good-looking people, you notice them for their good looks. However, with Daresque, that is secondary. The first thing anyone ever notices about Daresque is his clothing, which is every bit as loud, eccentric, gaudy, flamboyant, and colorful as his personality. He enjoys wearing floppy boots, shiny tights, feathered hats, and all sorts of intricately adorned pants, jackets, vests, and shirts. Almost everything he wears is poofy, frilly, and all around over the top. He also almost never seems to wear the same thing twice.

The only exception to his last rule is that, when out thieving riches, he wears a simple black mask under a large, dark, floppy hat. Because all villains have to have some sort of disguise.

Chapter 1

Daresque's birth was no widely heralded event, which is the only way interesting people are born. He was the third son of a boring, small farmer who lived in a boring, small town. Needless to say, due to primogeniture and all those other fun customs, all of the few acres his father possessed went to Daresque's older brother, who was just boring enough to fit the job quite nicely. That left two leftover sons to deal with, and one daughter who never had any say in the matter to begin with.

As he grew up, it became obvious that Daresque was the special child. He didn't play in the mud like all the other little boys, oh no no on he was much to special for that. Instead, Daresque took up an interest in fashion, which was by no means a respectable hobby for the third son of a small, boring farmer. Not girly fashion, no Daresque was never that kind of fashionista. Just...fashion, the likes of which he couldn't afford even if he was inheriting all of five acres of arable land like a certain senior relative he happened to possess.

So Daresque took up another little, socially unacceptable hobby: stealing things. Of course, considering it was a town of fifty some-odd people, it quickly became pretty obvious who was stealing what, especially when Daresque would come into town with a brand new pair of fancy pantaloons. When word of this got back to Daresque's boring parents, they were mortified. They had secretly been planning out the future for all of their children (son number one would be a farmer, son number two would become an apprentice in some respectable trade, perhaps Daresque could be a tailor or something who knows that boy sure does like clothes doesn't he, and of course daughter number one and only would be with some nice wealthy man and raise a big family), but you know, how could anyone want to take on their thieving son as an apprentice. Not to mention, what would the neighbors think?

Well actually, the neighbors had always thought there was something a little funny about that Daresque kid, but only boring farmers care about them.

In the end Daresque's parents sentenced his older brothers to look after him and keep him out of mischief, but they quickly decided they had better things to be doing with their lives than looking after their miscreant younger sibling. And so, Daresque went about doing what he pleased, which really just boiled down to looking amazing, always. And being the center of attention. Yeah, that too.

Chapter 2

It was really to the surprise of none and relief to some that Daresque disappeared one night when he was sixteen years old. After the whispers died down his family went on to happily believe that their youngest son was really just a bad dream and had never happened after all. Years later they would be known as a truly respectable, normal family with normal, respectable children and everyone lived happily ever after.

The truth of the matter though was that Daresque was not an unusually prolonged hallucination but an actually living, breathing kyrii who had simply run off to join a group of roguish young men who roamed the countryside being roguish and handsome and stealing things. They were quite successful at all of these things, and became quite notorious. Their shenanigans were fruitful and lasted for several years until like, with most young people, happy comradery dissolved into juvenile drama.

In other words, Daresque decided he was much too good for the riff-raff he had been associating himself with. And so, like with many even moderately successful musical bands, he split off from the group that had earned him his infamy and decided to pursue a solo career.

Going solo was a rough choice. Barely twenty years old Daresque saw four years of hard reputation-building work go to waste as he was reduced in status to "petty thief". His name failed to strike fear in the hearts of regular townsfolk and the gentry hadn't even heard of him. His wanted pictures were few and far between, and they were all decidedly unfabulous. The pictures of him were plain and somewhat gruesome, and they called him such names as "Flashy Purple Kyrii Boy" and "Scrawny Man-Boy with Fancy Hats", which were by no means acceptable. And, as if to add insult to injury, his original gang of ruffians was beginning to grow quite infamous, despite their (according to Daresque) poor fashion taste.

Relatives and what not.

What job?

Because he is just so manly.

Everyone should draw him.

While you still have some of your belongings.